I'm using the time honoured third-person interior monologue device here, as used by Snoopy in Peanuts and Garfield in, um, Garfield. As ever the war between cat and seagull contunues, and as ever the seagull wins.
Away from the strip, today's the day Linda and I will be welcoming Billy and Annabelle, two new rescue kittens, into our home. I'll have photos up as soon as they get here. In the meantime here's their back story...
Billy and Annabelle are brother and sister, they're five months old and they're black with white flashes on their nose, chest and socks. They come to us courtesy of the Blue Cross rehoming centre in Northiam. They were born to a feral mother who found a big converted oast house in the countryside, walked in through the cat flap and made her nest in an unused room. Believe it or not, it was five weeks before the mother and her kittens were discovered! This makes me ask two questions - did the owners of the house not have noses, and who lives in a house so large they don't notice a strange cat wandering about feeding her kittens?
The kittens have been at the Blue Cross since they were discovered (mum vanished as soon as people turned up) and the good people there have been gradually acclimatising Billy and Annabel to human contact ever since. On Friday, they come to live with us. They're still rather nervous around people, but they're gradually learning to trust us. Billy's the more outgoing of the two, he's not sure he likes being stroked yet, but scratch him on the head in just the right way and you will be rewarded with the loudest purr ever. Given the choice, Annabel will just be a shape underneath a blanket, we'll be sure to make sure she has one when she gets here, so she can emerge in her own time.
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